Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

“Daddy will be free tomorrow. I will treat you and your sister to a meal.” Cheng Kaiyuan didn’t seem to notice Cheng Qingyun’s dejection. “Qi, I’m free tomorrow at noon.”

Cheng Qi said plainly, “And Bobo, he’s coming too.”

Cheng Kaiyuan was taken aback. “Bobo? which son of mine is that?”

Cheng Qi said, “The one whose mother looks like Marilyn Monroe.”

Cheng Kaiyuan patted his head and suddenly recalled, he couldn’t help but shake his head. “Ah, Marilyn. Sigh, speaking of which, this child looks very similar to his mother. I met her in America. Sigh, I wonder how she’s doing now.”

Cheng Qi said, “She died a long time ago.”

Cheng Kaiyuan said, “Huh? She passed away? Time really flies… I remember meeting her back then, the sun was just setting that day, and she was reading on the long bench in the library…” Cheng Kaiyuan looked quite sad, he mumbled and talked about his past experiences with Bobo’s mother, almost leaving tears of heartache and nostalgia.

Cheng Qi was speechless.

Cheng Qingyun secretly clenched her sleeves.

This man really didn’t have any sense of shame? He was flirting outside, and he didn’t feel guilty at all!

Cheng Qi got up and sat down beside Cheng Qingyun.

Cheng Qingyun was so scared that she almost jumped out of the car.

“Why… Why are you looking for me?” Cheng Qingyun was restless and her heart was beating like a drum. “I-I didn’t harm you and I won’t participate in the internal conflict of the Cheng family.” Cheng Qingyun didn’t dare to look at Cheng Qi and kept her head lowered.

Everyone in the Cheng family knew that Cheng Qi would send all the behaving kids to the hospital for treatment.

Cheng Qingyun had seen with her own eyes that Cheng Qi broke the arm of an “elder brother” without blinking. The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by a painful scream. This youth was not even 16 years old. He had changed his appearance overnight and became a terrifying god of death.

He did not like to beat around the bush. He advocated violence to solve all problems.

He had succeeded. The Cheng family was now his.

“It’s fine. I just want to remind you.” Cheng Qi leaned elegantly on the black leather chair. The night was colorful outside the car window. The streetlights reflected on Cheng Qi’s face. He looked like a calm and sharp knife.

Cheng Qingyun stammered, “R-Remind me of what…”

Cheng Qi said softly,

“Don’t touch Gu Chu.”

The corners of Cheng Qingyun’s mouth opened, and her vision went black. She didn’t speak for a long time.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on sufficiently, and it almost froze her.

Cheng Kaiyuan, who was rambling on beside her, shut his mouth. He stared at Cheng Qi with a strange expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

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Song Residence, Ancestral Hall.

After sending off the guests, Song Chen went back to his room to change into light clothes and headed to the small ancestral hall in the Song family manor.

The ancestral hall was quiet. The incense sticks and candles were emitting dim yellow light. Grandfather Song sat in his wheelchair. His eyes were gloomy as he waited for Song Chen to come over.

Just as Song Chen stepped into the ancestral hall, he heard his grandfather’s deep and sonorous voice, “Kneel!”

Song Chen: …

Grandfather, it’s not that bad, it’s not that bad.

“If I were your parents, I would have crawled out of the ground in anger! You useless bastard!” Grandfather Song’s voice was deep and sonorous. The walking stick in his hand clattered on the ground. “Why don’t you just be honest? When did it happen?!”

Song Chen lit an incense stick and prayed. “Grandfather, what are you talking about?”

Grandpa Song swung his walking stick at him. “Stop pretending! That little girl called Chuchu today, she’s five years old! Do you really think I’m so old that I can’t see through her relationship with you?! She drank from the cup today, and I’ve already sent someone to take the remaining DNA on the cup and do a paternity test! The results will be out tomorrow!”